A/N: Okay. I skipped probably 4/5 years. Anywhore, I'm probably not gonna update too much tonight. But definitely tomorrow. c:
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June 16, 2004. It was Hani's birth. I finally had a little brother. I was hoping for a sister, but hey, you get what you get. He was adorable. Seriously. But I have nothing to really say about his birth so I'm gonna move on to 2005.
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A/N: Sorry about that. I just really didn't know what to say. xox
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2005. My father's mom, my grandmother, was here with my aunt for a while since Hani was practically just born. They were here from Palestine/Israel to help out. It was a while after they were here when my dad started yelling at my mom for the first time that I've heard. I was just standing there speechless when it started. Next thing I knew I was being yelled at in Arabic to go upstairs. It was my grandma. Zach and I ran upstairs but sat at the top to hear what was going on. I crept down a few steps to see what was happening physically. It turns out that my grandma and my mother were both crying. I really couldn't understand what was happening at the moment except that Sitto, my grandmother in Arabic, was trying to talk peacefully with my dad. It seemed it wasn't working. Soon, Hani woke up and everything went back to the way it was. My mom, Sitto, and my Auntie Ida went to the mall for a while to buy some clothes. And that's how that day ended.
A/N: Sitto means grandmother in Arabic. And she actually was speaking to him and all of us in Arabic, 'cause she can't speak English. Enjoy guys. I'll post more tomorrow. Or try. c: xox
